The Poetical Works of John Milton |
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... That with no middle flight intends to soar Above th ' Aonian mount , while it
pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhime . And chiefly Thou , O Spirit ,
that dost prefer 10 15 Before all temples th ' upright heart and pure , PA RA DIS E
LOS ...
... That with no middle flight intends to soar Above th ' Aonian mount , while it
pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhime . And chiefly Thou , O Spirit ,
that dost prefer 10 15 Before all temples th ' upright heart and pure , PA RA DIS E
LOS ...
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Before all temples th ' upright heart and pure , Instruct me , for Thou know'st ;
Thou from the first Wast present , and , with mighty wings outspread , 20 Dove -
like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss , And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark
...
Before all temples th ' upright heart and pure , Instruct me , for Thou know'st ;
Thou from the first Wast present , and , with mighty wings outspread , 20 Dove -
like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss , And mad'st it pregnant : what in me is dark
...
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... Have left us this our spirit and strength entire Strongly to suffer and support our
pains , That we may so suffice his vengeful ire , Or do him mightier service as his
thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , 150 Here in the heart of hell to ...
... Have left us this our spirit and strength entire Strongly to suffer and support our
pains , That we may so suffice his vengeful ire , Or do him mightier service as his
thralls By right of war , whate'er his business be , 150 Here in the heart of hell to ...
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Nor content with such Audacious neighbourhood , the wisest heart 400 Of
Solomon he led by fraud to build His temple right against the temple of God On
that opprobrious hill ; and made his grove The 8 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
Nor content with such Audacious neighbourhood , the wisest heart 400 Of
Solomon he led by fraud to build His temple right against the temple of God On
that opprobrious hill ; and made his grove The 8 Book I. PARADISE LOST .
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... built By that uxorious king , whose heart , though large , Beguil'd by fair
idolatresses , fell 445 To idols foul . Thammuz came next behind , Whose annual
wound in Lebanon allur'd The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous
ditties all a ...
... built By that uxorious king , whose heart , though large , Beguil'd by fair
idolatresses , fell 445 To idols foul . Thammuz came next behind , Whose annual
wound in Lebanon allur'd The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous
ditties all a ...
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Էջ 278 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Էջ 6 - Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Էջ 314 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Էջ 278 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Էջ 280 - Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks...
Էջ 285 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves...
Էջ 73 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Էջ 36 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...
Էջ 62 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening" mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Էջ 281 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
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| Վերնագիր | The Poetical Works of John Milton |
| Հեղինակ | John Milton |
| Հրատարակիչ | E. Fleischer, 1834 |
| Original from | Կալիֆորնիայի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 6 Դեկտեմբեր 2007 |
| Length | 392 էջ |
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